B. I Stopped Weaving Forever…

I stopped weaving forever on my sleeve when;
I realized how your body trembles
when the thought also pricks
onto your skin

We agreed to keep our love hidden-
6 feet below the ground

Someone said he likes me a lot
He’s a great guy
but I couldn’t betray my lungs
so instead, I broke his heart

(I promised to never ask for more)

But sometimes baby, it’s hard
there are nights when I wish you’d call me yours
I’ll run my fingers behind your back-
up, down and up again
so I could know you, like the fire knows how to burn

(Baby is that too much?)

So, I stopped weaving forever on my sleeve
when I found out that-
only nothing,
lasts forever…

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List of Things I Will Never Do for You

When you saw my scars you said it was

almost artistic. You said I could be a whale

of a creative artist. I secretly smiled.

See, no one ever saw my pain and gave me words

and looks that didn’t land as self pity on my end.

Suddenly three lifetimes have passed and

I’m still that girl running free on the memories

we shared together- I grew stronger.

When I gaze upon your perfected face I-

discovered reasons to love myself and know

that someone, just one, religiously believes in me

like a believer to a god without questions or doubts

he has faith in me.

I will never unlove you
I will never unlove you
I could never unlove you

This is the thing I will never do for you multiplied by the power of three…

Baby, I will never unlove you.

It was never an option. Loving you has always been

the default setting, the first time I

breathed your love in mine…

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A never ending letter to him

“Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.”
Charlie Chaplin in a letter to his daughter, Geraldine

If I could have the courage to be vulnerable
I’d still want you to be the one-
break me, open; shatter me to a million pieces
so no one can ever put my puzzle back

If I could only look back one day ’bout my past
I’ll stop for the time you said we should really kiss
let your breath stain my mouth to-
later be trace and ink permanently on my lips

If I could only write one theme for all my life
I’d choose the topic about the man I love
made up of organic beauty and string of words
hang it like a noose ’round my heart

If I could be in a place where you and I could both meet
and courage rewards as a little infinity,
when love looks exactly like your eyes
then maybe, this is life’s greatest gift-
an eternal love
through the man I love…

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If we are ever to be reborn and find each other

They will tell you, I’m no good for you.
That my scars are sins
and my brokenness would only cause you-
to drown in a pool of sadness.

They will tell you, you’ll find someone
greater than me. As if being me-
is a crime. As if comparison by
degrading your personality-
is a holistic thing.

They will tell you, I am danger
and you are the safe side
and it’s best to let go than for to you to explode-
to seven billion puzzled pieces by loving me

They will tell you, you deserve better
But you will still take your chances on me
And you will tell them about our love
sprinkle them hope that in time, they’ll all get there.

But maybe, just not in the exact same place
where grace promised an infinity
if we should ever find each other

again…

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